Page 41 of Boneyard HEA

“Fuck. You should have warned me.” The cuteness of her dreading the pain yet obeying is pure fire, brimstone, and lust. I grab my cock through my pants and give it a squeeze.

“You’ll survive.” He rises and picks up the end of the rope, winding it around his fist until there’s barely a yard between them.

We exit the room with her in tow.

“Where are we going?” She looks around the hall, obviously nervous.

“First.” I walk behind her and drape the spider gag across her mouth. “Open.” I wriggle it between her teeth, adjust it, and fasten it at the back. “Behave and I promise to reveal the other clues from the video, after this. Although…” I reach around and hold her breasts, fondling them while I listen for the telltale hitches in her breathing. “I’m beginning to love your brattiness.”

“You mean her”— Tomás makes air quotes—“Search for the Elusive Cock.”

I eyeroll at him but her burbling noises around the gag makes me want to mess with her. I squash her nipples until she gasps and backs into me to try to get away. “Can’t understand you when you’re gagged, Miss Fucktoy. I promise to choke you with ours later, so you can check them for scars.”

“We could fuck her a bit here?” Tomás suggests, raking his gaze down her nakedness.

I ignore that, even if I’d love to make her submit right here. “Stage. Up there. Go.”

We head there with Juniper following him like the good little slave girl she is.

Or is until she does something batshit dangerous again.

We’ll discuss this later. I mutter a few expletives following behind her bare ass.

Right now, it’s time to punish her.

As we parade her down the hall, she lingers to check every one of the naked cocks we pass. Stubborn is the word of the day for our Juniper.

I’m really looking forward to our sadistic show, until the unexpected happens. Karsten’s underling turns up in front of us, when we climb the wide steps to the stage. He points at the fucking machine I’ve already chosen.

“Mr. Drummond instructs me to tell you to use that on her.”

“The fucking machine?” I ask, purely to be a pedantic asshole.

“Yes. Correct.”

Juniper is making an alarmed high-pitched gurgle. I relax the gag to let her talk and to annoy the underling.

“You can speak. Be quick.”

Flicking a glance at the underling, she shakes wayward curls of her hair from her eyes, before whispering, “No, please?” That soft pleading, when she’s naked and bound with my rope, makes me want to put her on the machine ASAP, so I can make her have orgasm after orgasm, and fuck her while she begs for mercy.

Almost. Not today.

I sigh. “Why?”

She ducks her head and croaks out, super quietly, “Do you…kiss this Mr. Drummond’s butt?”

I snort then push the spider gag’s metal prongs back into her mouth. V-ing her throat in my hand to hold her in place, I stick my finger in that inviting wide-open hole and stroke her tongue. “Such a forward little slut.”

She frowns, so I tighten my grip until she stops frowning.

“Good girl.”

Everyone is watching us. Decision time.

“Hmmm.” With my girl still in hand, I pretend to study the machine with its adjustable cross for upright or reclined debauchery. “Nope.”

The man shakes his head. “I’m sorry?”